Don't Try To Make Me Feel Bad

Despite all of Alastor's wild and volatile struggling, he was ultimately unable to unseat Manea from atop of him. His jaws snapped on nothing but air when he went for her, and instead he heard his mate's threatening snarl as a large purple leonine paw caught his cheek and pushed him down hard. Alastor's head hit the ground with a thud, making his vision blur and head ring from the impact alone while the violet fae on top of him kept him pinned to the ground. A feral snarl broke from the brute, his body still squirming and thrashing beneath hers in defiance, searching for freedom but unable to find any. Manea's warning growl was received with a frustrated growl back from the long-furred brute, his struggling dying down some while he panted hard, breathing in the metallic scent of blood with his snout pressed into the blood-soaked grass and keeping him teetering between consciousness and total loss of sanity.

Relm spoke, her voice lost in the haze of his frenzied mind. Alastor didn't hear her at all, but he did hear when Manea's threatening growl stopped for a moment. Empty obsidian eyes with pinprick pupils turned to gaze up at her from where she held him down, breathing hard while he lay still beneath her. She'd hesitated in her aggression and the animal took advantage. He thrashed again, snarling, but was immediately forced back down into submission with a strong paw and dangerous claws pricking at his face, blood from his facial wounds seeping between her digits. NO! He wanted up! He wanted to fight free! He wanted to grab Manea by the throat and slam her into the ground, claw her up and spill her blood, taste her essence on his tongue, choke her until her eyes rolled back, fuck her silly until she was limp and unconscious in a heap on the ground and she wasn't letting him!

Alastor fell still again, huffing and heaving with his chest rising and falling with each aggravated breath. Suddenly he felt Manea's paw move, sliding from his face so he could turn to look up at her with blood spilling from the slashes on his face. The animal within him bristled, ready to lunge again—until he felt Manea's feline paw press her claws into his tender throat, gripping him by his windpipe without any pressure in silent warning to him. The animal bristled again, but understood. He glowered up at his mate, fangs bared, abyssal eyes burning with primal urges and needs that demanded satisfaction. She was speaking, her dulcet voice making his core clench and every muscle in his body shudder for her, but she wasn't speaking to him, and her words meant nothing to the animal. He still wanted to get inside of her with every fiber of his being, but the instinct to not get his throat ripped out remained stronger than his instinct to breed.

He squirmed some more, hoping to gain a bit of footing to fight for his freedom, but Manea had him dead to rights. That squirming stopped when he felt Manea's hind paw move away from his groin and instead felt her soft, fluffy rump push back into a very firm and sensitive part of himself. Alastor sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth while Manea shifted her hips and settled in to straddle his waist, all the while maintaining her grip on his throat. Alastor didn't fight; instead the feral brute watched her with wild curiosity, his pulse pounding strong against her digits around his neck at the promise of her giving him the relief and release he sought so badly. Manea was proving that she was the dominant one here, the alpha in the relationship as she took what she wanted on her terms but still gave him what he needed.

Then Manea pushed her hips back and Alastor felt her sink down onto him. The crazed brute gave a breathless gasp and whine as waves of electric pleasure surged through his body like he'd touched a live wire. Every synapse in his brain fired, black eyes going wide and pupils dilating as the rush of oxytocin in his system flooded him with soothing waves of warm pleasure. Manea was hot. Manea was soft. Surrounding all of him, Alastor's squirming stopped and his body went limp beneath her, shuddering and quivering with euphoria while she made his eyes roll back. Massive black paws found her hips, digging his claws into her supple flesh around her waist and encouraging her motions against him while he settled into enjoying the moment with growls, grunts, and whines, his tail thrashing about while he moved hard and pushed his hips urgently against hers despite being pinned beneath her, releasing all that pent up needy and violent energy in their fucking. Her sounds of pleasure joined his in the air, creating a beautiful and wild symphony of ecstasy that was uniquely their own. With her actions and their wild mating, Manea brought Alastor back to himself slowly but surely, and reminded him why they were soulmates, bound forever as they were meant to be—and why she was his and he was all hers. Forever and completely hers in all his forms.

- fade -

"Alastor Mendacium"